Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

Oh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautiful There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful This song always remind me that I'm beautiful no matter how many scars I have. Because I'm strong today because of those scars. Because from every wound there is a scar , and every scars tell's a story a story that say's. I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars

He kisses my neck and shoulder before whispering, "I told you, you were beautiful..." "Zachariah..." My eyes go to the skin exposed near my chest as I continue, "M... M... My S... Sc... Sca... Scars... How can I be beautiful?" I can't stop the tears that slip from my eyes. He turns me to face him and places his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. "Yasmine, your scars add to your beauty. I don't even see them anymore... Please wear it for me?"

" Oh fuck, this feels so good. He carries on, kissing my breast before moving on to its twin, pulling the bud into his mouth as I moan underneath him. Moving down, he gently kisses my scar as he whispers. “How can anyone hurt you, baby?” I freeze, unable to control my reactions as a tear falls from my cheek and I whisper. “It's so ugly; It makes me feel branded.” He kisses me again, unfazed by my blemished skin as he says. “Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are, baby. Have you ever thought about getting it covered?”

C H A P T E R 5 : S C A R S T O Y O U R B E A U T I F U L The way you left, scarred my heart brutally. And I do not know how writers do this, because it is anything but poetic. There is nothing poetic about the way your absence taunts my lonely heart. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Rosie beamed as she brought me a cup of coffee. “Beautiful is definitely a stretch, Rosie. But I am happy to see you too. This all looks incredibly amazing,” I commented, gesturing at the feast spread out on the table. “You are beautiful, Vanessa. The scars will heal, but a clear complexion is not what makes you beautiful. You have a loving heart and aren’t cruel like some can be. That’s what makes you truly beautiful,” she replied.

Thank the goddess. I slide my shirt up her body. Her hands come up to cover herself. I take them, gently moving them back to her sides. “Let me look at you.” “I have so many ugly scars.” “Didn’t I say that scars are a way to show that we are stronger than we know?” She nods. “Then let me see how strong my sweet little angel is.”

"You're scarred. There's a difference. Broken means can't function. Scarred means survived something that tried to destroy you and kept going anyway. And that's not weakness. That's the strongest thing I've ever witnessed." "You really see it that way?" She needed to hear it again, needed the words to sink deeper. "You look at my damage and see strength?" "I look at your scars and see a map of everything you've overcome." Carlos's thumbs brushed away her tears. "I see proof that possession didn't destroy you. That divine judgment couldn't break you. That you fought for the right to choose your own life and won. Those scars are beautiful because they mean you're here. With me. Choosing this.

“Let me see, tigress. I want to.” I lîcked my bottom lip as I said, “You might not find me beautiful after that.” As soon as the words escaped me I wondered about them, why would I say such a thing. Is it because I wanted him to find me beautiful even with the scars that decorated my whole back? His eyes darkened and he said in a clipped voice, “You are beautiful and no matter how many scars you have, tigress, you'll always remain beautiful, inside and out.”

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”